What Was On Your OC Freeway This Morning?

Here's what I saw on a short stretch of the 5 and 55 freeways: a rolled-up rug, a metal TV dining tray, an industrial-sized bucket (bouncing like a Ping-Pong ball), tires and tire shreds, a crushed soda can (striking windshields and hoods), a pipe, a beach towel, a box, a curtain rod, fragments of orange construction cones, and--drum roll--the omnipresent babyseat (sans baby)!

R. Scott Moxley’s award-winning investigative journalism has touched nerves for two decades. An angry congressman threatened to break Moxley’s knee caps. A dirty sheriff promised his critical reporting was irrelevant and then landed in prison. Corporate crooks won’t take his calls. Murderous gangsters mad-dogged him in court. The U.S. House of Representatives debated his work. Pusillanimous cops have left hostile messages using fake names. Federal prosecutors credited his stories for the arrest of a doctor who sold fake medicine to dying patients. And a frantic state legislator literally caught sleeping with lobbyists sprinted down state capital hallways to evade his questions in Sacramento.